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Its 4:30 in the morning,Iv been up for the pass hours, its raining heavily and thunders clapping truout the eve of the morning. Last night, iv having insomnia again..

1st time i met u, it was a beautiful night out, your 1st date, our 1st date. catched a movie and we went for a night stroll before you have to go home. It was a beautiful night with soft wind blowing and moonlight shining brightly. We were walking down the long winding pavement of riverside, you were stepping on the acrylic mosaic embedded on the pavement, trying not to step out of them, you tripped and nearly fall, I put up my hand spontaneously, reflex tells you to grabbed my hand. Our hand never let go the whole night after that.

9 months later, I was screaming on one end of the phone, while you were crying on the other side, cusses and bad remarks were made, you left me. I was lost.

9 months and 1 day later, I found out that you went out with this friend I once knew, anger and irational took over, I got into a whole lot of trouble for that, I swear I was afraid of nothing at that moment, and i was willing to die for you. I won the fight, but is that what i really wanted?

9 months and 6 day later, I give in all my hope, relying on silly hope and lying to myself, trying to believe that maybe, just maybe, you would come back. We went for our dinner, and we took a short stroll before I have to send you home, we were walking down the long winding pavement of riverside once again, the sky is in dark grey, the wind is blowing strongly, lightning can be seen afar. You were stepping on the acrylic mosaic embedded on the pavement, trying not to step out of them, i took a deep breath and hold out my hand, but u hop further n further down the winding path,not looking back even for a while. I send you home after that.

31 months and 24 days later, I sit here. This is my Thunderstorm prelude.